East MC's

[Intro: Masta Killa]
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 Ya'll motherfuckers
 Ya'll motherfuckers
 Ya'll motherfuckers, Ya'll motherfuckers, don't uh
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 Ya'll motherfuckers, Ya'll motherfuckers, don't uh
 [Masta Killa]
 Listen all Gangsta and Fellow MC's we now meet
 The Threat is now a actual fact and that's the lease
 The Lion Pore rippin' your Jaw dismantle face piece
 You made out the Herd the scene
 My Murder One Team, Something's best untold
 Crime Related - I am who I am so fuck it if son stuck it
 We all later paid the best - sipped the fine Grapes
 My Rugged Lifestyle is survived - I don't Apologize
 Hustlers devote I chose, there's no Compromisin'
 And the Guns is drawn, shots fired
 Son, all my killers is fam, non-hired
 Ya'll faggot niggaz wait for the sound for the things blast
 Wait for the Train to past, Man face down
 we straight from the Murder Capitol Town
 It goes down - Daily on the regular
 Dressed in Assassin attire, the bullet proof rep
 Strap 'em wit the Bomb to his body, ain't no comin' back
 [Victorious]
 Yea, yo these dudes out here ain't fightin' no more
 You either dump or run, or go to the law
 Me? - I take it to the furthest son, it's Murder One
 Maneuver ruegers, I call 'em Ferguson
 You forced my hand to take you off the Earth wit Guns
 Justify Homicide that burden is done
 I drink that Red one straight out the forces, your boy lost it
 I'm on the belt park where the Ratchet I toss quick
 I'm Boss Bitch from that East New York
 Where that cheap talk get you outlined in Chalk
 Step out of line, we put your thoughts on the Sidewalk
 You popped your top lock like we popped the Corks
 You can catch me in the South on approach wit them Choppers
 Or Bring out them Helicopters
 Your boy gun dame is hella proper
 [K.Born]
 Yea, soul Mass photo flash burned hot
 Comin' for the kill, faggot niggaz head gets chopped
 And get rolled from blocks and gets slapped out spots
 We in N.Y. keepin' live Brooklyn lick off shots
 Make 'em duck talk, roll real slow don't stop
 Til they get it and flock, See I aim for top
 And Why? don't ask why, just move wit my flow blow so-so
 Watch how careers gets stopped
 My Pop spend the seedin' I swam scream, strongest and broke through
 Raised by to a General - Physical is holdin' weight
 And leadin' the way like a Freight Train
 But I jump fast, nigga you here? You Sure?
 Ain't no horse play, don't play
 Murder wit my Minds spray
 Give y'all fools lessons of war, no more
 From every Land on this Planet Earth
 And waters all across, truly yours, the Flames, the Force
 [Free Murder]
 The Name's F.R.E.E. M.U.R.D.A.
 My nigga A, the name is Free Murda
 Killings is no limit even without C-Murder
 We takin' Keith Burners, we don't give it back
 It's like the Blocks slow it's hard to get rid of that
 Kinda mad wishin' he should of had bigger Gat
 Not this little shit could fit in my Fitted Cap
 Matter of fact give 'em that, Make 'em do somethin'
 But really though yo he ain't gon' do nuttin'
 Bangin' me, I popped your bitch and now she shot up
 The Name is Free and that's the opposite of locked up
 I have you wacked up, they call the Cops up
 You need a house worker had that blood moped up
 Yea I'm like WHAT? wit my Glock up
 I'm a nut like the shit I get off Cocks up
 I just popped up and already done wit you
 Should of bring your Pops, the way I been sunnin' you
 Came wit your thing, you can't fight you'se a lame nigga
 Under the wing like lights on the Plane Nigga
 [Killa Sin]
 Yo, fuck all the small talkin'
 Get on your job or get the walkin'
 Major League Batters in here, you steady barkin'
 The Mac more catch like Dogs that botched Abortion
 My-Blood pour like bottles of bub
 You popped the Corks on the walls on
 Better believe I get my Stalk on
 +Artist of The Year+ toured for long
 BONG! when it's all said and done I be long gone
 Hong Kong gettin' my Cock in twat thru my Long Johns
 Same song all around the World like 'Pac did it
 Caught a lil half a hundred gram wit the Cop wit it
 The Grass that I stashed in the Dash, hit the Block wit it
 They glocked out and brought along for the Vibe got knocked wit it
 Now I'm on top tradin' bars from a box niggaz
 Wit Two Strikes against me ain't no waitin' for the Third
 Even the Cops get it, got niggaz watchin' they Misses
 Doin' a middle harm Lakes cocked in the Air
 Screamin' "Yeah" like Lil John
 should of pawn like Carm styles is on potty train
 Shotty's bang, bodies slained, got niggaz that could get it on